The Last and Final Call

The urgent cacophony
of the last and final calls —
at the airports,
the offers in my email,
the alarming notifications …
as if, the world
is about to end

and it is,
in a way,
possibly in a very very real way,
but those warnings
fall on deaf ears
of the collective humanity
that prides
in its “rationality”,
we shrug
for the world does not rest
on the shoulder’s
of either one of us

instead we race
to board the plane,
run like hell
our precious duty-free purchases
clinging to our bosoms,
or we grab
that deal
eighty seven percent off
all year around
but ending tomorrow,
everyday

BREAKING NEWS,
#NowTrending,
“you must see this now”
‘cos you HAVE TO
get infected
by the intoxication of the viral,
the tyranny of the topical
the blaring horns,
real and metaphorical,
the beeps, the alarms
the flashing notifications,
God forbid
if you were to miss
something life changing that just happened
on one of your thirteen
pseudo-social networks

and we wonder
why we can’t feel anymore
a sense of panic
for a world
boarding on a flight
with a one way ticket
to hell

is it because
we hope
that there will be
one more
last and final call?